The Midnight Oil

Are you a burner of midnight oil?

     A worker while others sleep?

Do you spend your hours in dreary toil

     In the silence dark and deep?

Do you turn your night to blinding day,

     And think that will suffice!

Do you buy your knowledge in such a way?

     If you do you’ll pay the price.

Don’t burn too of the midnight oil,

     The supply cannot always last;

Mere man is a creature of the soil,

     Returning unto it at last.

Besides, let me whisper in your ear,

     There is scarcely need to shout,

You are but injuring your health, my dear,

     And helping the Standard out.

Tuesday, Mar. 8, ‘10